I found Dorian in the study, he was standing at the window, with his hands in his pockets, looking at the garden with focused attention. I knew he wasn't actually looking at the garden, but was deep in thoughts. He heard me come in but didn't turn.
"I need to ask you something," I said.
"Yes," he said.
"And I need the real answer."
He turned from the window. "Ask," he said with a weary face.
"Why me," I said. "I was fifteen on that coastal path, you had no reason to know I existed, yet you watched me like a predator observing a prey, and you went as far as getting with my mother to get to me. So why did you."
Dorian looked at me for a long time, then he crossed the room and sat in his chair.
"I knew your father," he said. "Not well, but peripherally, but I didn't have reason to move
